Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Excuse me?”
“The screwing the boss fantasy. Or screwing the secretary for him.”
There’s a businessman who must also be waiting for his to-go order standing nearby. He looks over like I’ve caught his attention. I ignore him.
“Mads, I’m sure this all makes perfect sense in your head, but I’m not following.”
“It can’t go beyond that.”
“Because…?”
“Because I already got too close to him over Thanksgiving. I met his mom and his niece and nephew, and Aubrey, he is an adorable uncle. Seeing him with kids made my ovaries ache.”
“And you don’t want to want him.” Aubrey finally catches on.
“Exactly.” I throw my hand in the air.
The businessman looks over again.
“Also”--I turn my back on the businessman and walk away, hunching over to speak more privately– “Things are super hot right now, and part of what makes it hot is the fact that he’s the boss.”
“Ah, that’s the fantasy you mentioned.” I strain to hear Aubrey over the noise of a rowdy party of four exiting the restaurant.
“Yes! Wait, hang on a minute.” A waitress comes over with my bag, and I thank her and head off down the dark sidewalk towards home. “I just want to keep it in that realm, so it will stay exciting. If he takes me to lunch and I relax around him, then it won’t be nearly so fun and naughty to do it over the desk, you know what I mean?” I mumble the words do it over the desk, so people walking near me won’t be subjected to my sexcapades without consent.
“So basically, you’re into the power dynamic. You know you can keep a power exchange in a relationship as an agreed upon thing.”
“I don’t know…”
“What’s the real hang-up here?”
“I just want to keep it low key. I’m afraid if I’m actually his girlfriend, I might lose interest.”
“Is that it? Or are you afraid you’re going to fall for a billionaire who will knock you up and bail, just like your dad did?”
“Well, I’m on the pill.”
“You know what I mean.” Aubrey’s giving me the straight-talk right now, and I sort of hate her for it.
“Do you think I’m just letting myself be used?” I change tack again. I’m admittedly all over the place with this situation. “Am I disrespecting myself by screwing the boss?”
“Now you’re just being absurd. That is the most sex-negative, slut-shaming, stupid thing you’ve ever said. Do you love the sex?”
My knees go weak remembering Blackthroat’s large hands picking me up by the waist and sitting me on his desk. From now on, I’ll take what I need, when I need it. And I need it now.
Who says that? And how interesting that he chose the word need and not want.
“Yes.”
“But sex is just for his enjoyment, right? And women should withhold it from men to be respectable?” Sarcasm drips from her voice.
I laugh when I hear how absurd it is.
“What, are you catering to the patriarchy now that you work with them?”
“Okay, you’re right. That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.”
“Literally.”
“You got lasagna again, right?”
“You know it. Extra garlic bread for you.”
“You’re the best.”
“I know. I’ll see you soon.”
I end the call and hustle up the stairs to our apartment.
Ugh. I still don’t know where I am with all this. Aubrey couldn’t have been encouraging me to have a real relationship with Blackthroat could she?
No, she was just calling me on my shit, so I couldn’t lie to myself about my real hangups. That doesn’t mean those hangups aren’t legit.
Chapter Three
Brick
“Where are we with the contract?” I demand. It’s Sunday evening, and I’m ready to shred the walls of my office. I’ve kept the legal and analyst teams in my conference room for five days, which means working through the weekend.
Closing on the Benson deal isn’t just a four hundred and forty million dollar benefit to MoonCo, it’s a victory over the Adalwulfs.
“Three hours more, max,” Eagle says. He looks as haggard as everyone in the room. None of us have had more than a few hours’ sleep in days.
“I’ll order in more food,” Madi says in that smooth, capable voice that gets my dick harder than stone.
I have to lock my jaw to keep the growl of desire from issuing from my throat.
The punishing hours I inflicted on my employees have been even worse for me. Not getting out to run my wolf in the Berkshires or even to spar with Darius at the gym has left me even more out of control than I was going into this week.
Even if I was the kind of dick to leave his team working late hours while out enjoying myself, I’m now incapable of leaving the building while Madi is still in it. And she refuses to leave until I’ve dismissed the team each night.
The only thing that takes the edge off is ordering her into my office and locking the door. Getting her on my desk or against a wall.